Maybe Ursula should handle it after all...?

Well... Clara couldn't do it naked. She just couldn't be seen running around naked, covered in cum. Ursula was the better warrior between the two, well capable of handling herself with her angelic blessings, plus, she had the benefit of still wearing her dress. "Very well, Miss Ursula. I'll leave the pursuit of this thief to you," she whispered, perhaps still intending to preserve her identity. It was probably too late for that; she'd spoken rather clearly a moment ago. "Please grant him mercy, if you are able."

"Hmph. Geod will guide my hands, as always," Ursula responded, replacing her glasses upon her face with a stern frown, before taking off into the air. Rather Clara realized it or not, she was pretty pissed about her sexual exploits for the night being interrupted. Feathers were really a small matter next to the ruination of the Holy Holes' opening night. It was not an injustice she planned to let go unanswered. ((If you'd like to jump to Ursula's pursuit, click here! ))

At this point, Clara was left alone behind the church, along with two sleepy junior nuns. She got the sense that most of the men had been scared off when that first man was held at knifepoint. She wondered if they ought to consider getting security for these events in the future... anonymous sex was not without its dangers, it seemed.

One man on the other side coughed, revealing himself. It was the talkative old guy; ironically, the only one that hadn't run off was the one who'd been threatened directly. "Miss Clara, if you don't mind me sayin', I can't really get it up for another try. Too old. But if you show up here again tomorrow night, I'll give ya somethin' that'll really knock your socks off and curl your toes! Uh, your graciousness," he explained, having easily put two and two together by now as to the identity of the angel on the other side. He'd also confirmed that she was indeed an angel... after all, the feathers hadn't come from nowhere.

"Yes, well... Please... Don't spread around the information just yet. I know it may be an irresistible conversation topic, but I assure you, I have my reasons for keeping my true identity a secret..."

"Ha ha ha! I'd **** you, but you're already letting me fuck your pussy," the old man joked. Clara wasn't amused, but she was happy to hear she didn't have to worry about him. "Ahem. Geod, forgive me for that joke. Anyways, I'll be back tomorrow and I'll be prayin' that you're kneelin' for me there! I can also meet ya after sermon if that's better-"

"Please just come at night."

"Right, right. Yep." With that, the old man began to pack his things and Clara began to redress, toweling herself off as best she could with her ruined hood, then simply leaving it in the grass. No one would identify it as hers and... it really wasn't something she wanted to keep in her house. "I must think upon what I've learned today and prepare for tomorrow..." she murmured, clenching her teeth as she noticed how funny her walk was, now that, for the first time, she'd had a dick in her... "Geod, guide me..." she prayed again, sighing deeply as she began to descend the path and head home to her abode on the church's street.